that drug: it's around this time in the morning I get all these feeling rushing in.. these familiar feelings.. a sign of comfort and calmness.. several ideas goes through my head of ways on how I should deal with this.. mostly positive thoughts.. and I feel at ease.. floating about in stillness air.. gently gliding downwards but the ground sinks deeper and deeper.. if only sleep could last longer.. if death would be the answer.. that split second of drama when you're high and it prolongs for hours.. I wish that was true.. but in a good way..

then I wake up.. and the sun burns my feet.. and I lose that slight weight.. and there's so so much space.. too much space in fact.. and I forget that feeling I had entirely the night before.. so I wait.. and I wait.. and I wait.. until it gets around this time again in the morning.. and it cycles all over again..
posted by spes 5:18 am